Levi // Cul-De-Sac HQ Private Quarters// It was about everything you'd expect. The swift takeover of the world "Cul-De-Sac" transitioned in a timely manner. As she sat behind the desk, there was an ominous feeling that overtook the general. A chill that surged down her spine and as if to pique in a moment of brilliance, it unfolded into a terrible string of troublesome thoughts. She was a soldier, a leader, in line with a powerful mass of imperials. There was no whitewashing her affiliation as an older sister, perhaps it was only natural to be twenty-six and worried of past following. A grave was to be dug for her brother, with that letter to reach the mercenary. "Just seems like nothing is to go as I envision is it." Levi was usually short on remorse, but felt it in abundance towards herself. She was fairly up in the air right now, their forces would be laced to return shortly to their home world, this was their hallmark, their thirteenth conquest in the short campaign of a some odd number of years of declaration. Things would be coming around shortly enough, brining to a very controversial memory as she sat behind her desk. There was a knock at the door. "Enter." A woman stepped through giving a rather brief salute. "General Ciel? What news have you?" The icy General stood and perpetuated a grimace for a mere second, before resolving to speak. "The remaining stragglers have been compromised by the commander, he quickly disposed of all but the young vassal claimed by the mercenary. The townsfolk have been propagated to defined labor roles, and the resistance has further been executed. Construction of the factory has commenced, awaiting further instruction." Levi motioned to Ciel with a nod, a feverish squint, as if to constitute a glare that signaled her of a pressing issue. Ciel seemed to acknowledge as she closed the door behind her. "Is something troubling you Levi?" "It's my brother. I imagine by now our family has already tasked him with eliminating me, regrettably I've moved my protege Maxwell against him." "I'm never one to question motives...but Sir Salforge would take an order of execution-" "Seriously. I'm counting on that, and if I know my own blood, he'll still manage to make his way to me in some form. In fact I am counting on that drive to do what we've been planning for the last number of years. Setting the stage of decay from within. The worst thing that could happen..." Levi paused for a moment, Ciel appeared as though she knew what was coming next. "I spent a lot of time melding and synergy of our efforts, a true stalwart at best. Ciel, I fear should any of us fall, then the issue of the imperials will fall to you. You are my right hand, you're from another dimension entirely, and as a stranger to this plane I can bestow this trust in you. It should serve you well to befriend the mercenary, it sounds selfish, but he'll serve as our shield, as we act as swords. As for my brother...well, I'm sure he's already in enemy hands, but knowing him something will go wrong and he'll take advantage to escape." Ciel took a firm stance arms folded, and looking to the window along with Levi. There was still much to come about a coupe being staged by the first division first seat, General. --------------- Gavin // Twilight Town Hotel Room-- At first movement was feint, as if fighting to regain consciousness, it crept up gradually. Soon both eyes peered open in the slowest animation possible, a combination of daze and fatigue were felt. The young boy tilted his head left, then right, eyes barely open before fully widening. He couldn't speak...HE COULDN'T SPEAK?! 'Silence??? How old school can you get...crap.' Moving his arms, he noticed they were bound by rope and tied at the top of the bed's headboard. His overshirt was tattered to shreds, he needed a tailor for the wear and tear he'd been doing to his own clothing, a weaver would do. Granted he wasn't in one of the most comfortable positions, but he motioned around left and right trying to pull himself up so that his back was to the headboard and he'd been positioned sitting up on the bed. He grew ever curious as to where he'd been, this looked far too modern, and nice looking to be Agrabah's suite. 'The last thing I remember is the mercenary knocking me out. After that, well, here I am...great.' Gavin pulled arms to his chest, he tried to blow on the rope, possibly to freeze it. Due to the silence cast on him, he couldn't even change his breath into ice. A woman entered the room, she was armed with a rapier, and possessed the attire of a maid. A maid...WHAT!? His face flooded red, if he could talk, he'd stammer, and couldn't help but remain unable to return another look at her. "Looks like you've figured out you were silenced. That was my doing, Gavin right? Catherine, Ryoko's........maid." she shuddered even uttering the last word. "I've been tasked with looking over you in her stead, don't worry, you won't be go anywhere so long as you can't use magic. Besides, that debuff is just to suppress your utility for now, I heard you're quite the exceptional darkness user. Can't leave it to chance, please understand." Catherine had actually entered, believe it or not, to serve him. "Don't get the wrong idea, she doesn't want you dead...so..." She held a cup of water to his lips, though looking away in embarrassment of this magnitude, her servitude. "We can't have you dying from dehydration, apparently those ice abilities dehydrate you faster than normal, at least thats the conclusion I came when studying you briefly." Gavin was already gone...yet again! He was fatigued, dehydrated, dazed, and now he'd been rendered unconscious through some manner of highly escalated excitement, causing him to white out. Simply due to the scenario his teen mind perpetuated, being bound to a bed and a maid entering the room, as catherine was looking away, he passed out. "Your kidding...I suppose i'll have to wait for this damn fool to wake up again." Catherine sighed.